Instead of cursing the darkness, light a bright candle. - Anna

One dusk afternoon, a pile of dusk fires; An ordinary yard, an ordinary dog; A gust of boredom, a bunch of boring people.

The dog stared blankly at the fire in front of him, the chain, and "he" didn't seem to guess his fate.

The chains were straightened, and the dog was lifted into the air, and the frightened dog struggled desperately in the air and neighed.

The voices of "them" also rang out, the low laughter of men, the shrill laughter of women, the ignorant laughter of children, the laughter of people accompanied by the wailing of dogs.

The dog was thrown into the fire, struggled to run out, and was thrown in again, ran out. This repetition makes their laughter even more crazy.

"He" was powerless to run out again, and all sorts of sounds mixed with the smell of burnt paste filled the gloomy sky.

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